The hospital took his smell away ***** him of his humanity Stripped him of his identity White sheets, too clean If he could he'd take paint & Splash it on the walls, on the perfect cracks on the ceiling he'd run down the silent hallways impersonating a banshee reveling in each breath that he took but the plague came & took his breath away his face blends in with his starchy pillow the hospital vines are curling up his legs now & his face is weathering like his Ophelietic bed wherein he drowns, never dreaming They roll him away now Down the hall Towards the elevator light;
He has lost this fight.
Ophelietic (adjective): sweet, innocent, or similar to drowning